Your softness

first snow fell today -
my daughter was making
shapes and hand-prints –
I was shoveling.
a tender wind came by and 
blew a dry leaf on the snow –
how I love when you
touch my face with
your sweet and crispy hands!
the snow said .
this is what happens when
we meet each other without
the fear of losing our self-importance –
the leaf said.
don’t argue or doubt my beloved friends–
melt into what is touching you deeply.
You become strong
When you feel
Your softness from inside.